We opened the window.
Dad shouted from downstairs.
“OUT!”
Flames climbed the stairwell.
Someone had thrown an incendiary device through the kitchen window.
Dad got outside through the front.
Mom and I climbed from the bedroom onto the porch roof.
Neighbors brought a ladder.
Firefighters arrived within minutes.
This time nobody was trapped.
This time nobody was seriously hurt.
And this time there was a camera.
My father’s neighbor had installed a high-resolution security system.
It captured a dark sedan.
It captured a man getting out.
It captured Derek.
My husband had tried to burn me twice.
